"Rickshaw, Peace Hotel!" After Zhang Tianhao warned Ma Lianlu, he waved to the rickshaw next to him and said loudly.
"What a rigid German!"
Ma Lianlu also cursed secretly, immediately waved to another rickshaw, and soon followed Zhang Tianhao towards the Peace Hotel.
Peace Hotel, this is a relatively famous hotel. There are Peace Hotels in many places. It is a hotel opened by foreigners, and the security here is quite good.
Looking at Ma Lianlu behind him, Zhang Tianhao couldn't help but smile. Although he didn't know why the Soviet paid so much attention to him, he just smiled.
"Sir, should I stay in a hotel or eat?"
“Stay in the hotel!”
Soon, under the guidance of the waiter, Zhang Tianhao went directly to a suite on the fifth floor, and he even moved in with his suitcase in hand.
After resting for a night, Zhang Tianhao got up quickly the next day, and then started walking around the city of Harbin. As for what he saw or what he ate, it had no mission purpose.
As for the Japanese on the train, he also gave up tracking Zhang Tianhao. The only person who might pay attention to Zhang Tianhao was Ma Lianlu.
When entering Harbin, Zhang Tianhao also leaves early and returns late every day. He likes to wander around with his camera and even take pictures of interesting things.
Although Zhang Tianhao's image as a foreigner was particularly conspicuous, he was still given the best cover, so that he who might have been under investigation made many policemen and spies immediately give up their plans to deal with him.
Beating a dog also depends on the person. For a German or an American, the Japanese still have to think about whether they can withstand the pressure of diplomacy.
On this day, Zhang Tianhao walked near the Japanese Zhengjin Bank in Harbin. Looking at the few customers inside, he just thought about it and gave up.
Zhengjin Bank, he doesn't mind making a vote here, but he still has to think carefully about how to make this vote.
"Hello Mr. Del, may I invite you for a drink?"
Just when Zhang Tianhao was about to turn around and leave, he saw a Japanese man wearing a suit sitting next to him, smiling and extending an invitation to Zhang Tianhao.
"I don't know, sir, do you have anything to do with me?"
Zhang Tianhao was also stunned, and immediately felt a little surprised. After all, he was actually being targeted by the Japanese, or in other words, being paid attention to by the Japanese. This was not a good thing for him.
"Excuse me, sir. My name is Sasaki Kazu. I work at the Japanese Embassy. I heard that a good friend from Germany is coming over. I think we should meet. Are you right?"
"Hello, okay, but I can't speak your Japanese!"
"It's okay. We can speak Chinese or German. After all, Germany's friends are our friends of the Japanese Empire. Please!" Sasaki smiled and made a gesture.
Then they saw a car driving over and parked beside the two of them. Then a driver ran down and asked Zhang Tianhao and Sasaki to get in the car.
In a French Western restaurant, Zhang Tianhao elegantly put a piece of cloth in front of him, then looked at Sasaki in front of him and said with a smile: "Mr. Sasaki, wouldn't you just invite me to eat Western food? I haven't eaten for a long time.
Go to Zhengzhong’s French and Western Food, if you don’t do it, I will.”
"Hahaha, Mr. Del, please!"
Zhang Tianhao first shook the red wine in the bottle, and then smelled it gently. A sour smell floated directly into his nostrils, making people feel intoxicated.
"This red wine doesn't take long. The fermentation time is a bit short, which is four or five years. It's a pity that it's not authentic. When I go to France in person in the future, I will taste the authentic wine there and it will be delicious."
"Mr. Del is Guangbo, please try the steak! The steak is carefully grilled by the French chef."
"good!"
Zhang Tianhao held the fork in his left hand and the knife in his other hand, and slowly began to cut the steak on the plate. A small piece of steak looked particularly elegant and skillful in Zhang Tianhao's hands.
"It tastes terrible, it's not authentic!" A sentence in French came out of Zhang Tianhao's mouth, which made Kazuo Sasaki next to him stunned and looked at Zhang Tianhao with a strange look.
After all, he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.
"Hello, I finally heard a sentence in French. It makes me so kind and happy!"
As if he heard the most beautiful voice, the tall French chef walked over from a short distance away and greeted Zhang Tianhao in French with a smile.
"I didn't expect to hear French here. Sir, how about I give you a real steak instead?"
"OK!" Zhang Tianhao made an OK gesture directly, then shrugged at Sasaki, laughing loudly and said: "Only people who really know how to make authentic French steak can make it. If it is made in China,
On the territory, they will only make changes to suit local tastes, rather than making authentic tastes."
Zhang Tianhao explained to Sasaki Yi.
Half an hour later, Zhang Tianhao had just finished drinking and eating. When he looked at Sasaki, a sense of nobility and rigor inherent in life appeared on Zhang Tianhao's face.
"Okay, I've eaten and drank the wine. Mr. Sasaki, do you have anything to do with me?"
"Since Mr. Del said so, I would like to ask, what is Mr. Del's mission in coming to Harbin this time?"
"NONO, you are so rude. My mission to Harbin is confidential and cannot be disclosed. Are you right? Of course, if you can benefit me and bring me benefits, then go ahead and do the mission."
Yes, do you think it’s right?”
"Hahaha, Mr. Del is so refreshing. How much does Mr. Del want?"
"Hahaha, Mr. Sasaki, I am a businessman, a journalist, or some other identity, but that doesn't mean I don't like money, right?"
"Sir, you are right, please continue!"
"In business, there are comings and goings. What price can you afford, and what kind of news should I give you? Are you right?"
"Then I wonder what Mr. Del's price is?"
"A rifle production line, the price of five thousand rifles. I will tell you all my tasks. Of course, if you have less, then my tasks will also be less. Although I don't know if anyone else does this, but
That’s the price I pay here!”
"Impossible, how much does a new rifle production line cost for five thousand rifles? I'm sure Mr. Del doesn't know, right?" Sasaki heard everything and immediately shouted.
"I didn't say I wanted new ones. Do you think those poor people in western China can afford new weapons? I want old weapons from the Northeast Army, but they must be at least 70% new, as well as the weapons production lines in Northeast China."
"It's impossible. It would cost at least 700,000 US dollars and nearly 2 million yen. It's impossible."
This chapter has been completed!